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Chapter 31
ETHAN’S SECRETARY PEERED down at her boss’s appointment book.
It made me smile a little that she still used this old-fashioned way of keeping track of his schedule. It almost took my mind off why I was here.
This meeting was probably arranged to warn me of his impending lawsuit against us, though Cameron had reassured me the non-disclosure agreement that he had Ethan sign pre-therapy was watertight.
His secretary looked like the kind of woman a D.A. would need to stop the riffraff from disrupting his day - a bright Hispanic with graying temples and a no-nonsense attitude.
“Mr. Neilson made the appointment himself,” I explained.
“I did,” he said. “Thank you, Edith.”
I turned round and saw him standing there, all edgy D.A., and wearing a snazzy dark suit. It was hard to read his expression. He looked like he’d been working out, his tan had deepened, too, and he’d gotten a haircut.
God, he really did look gorgeous.
I raised my chin proudly. “I don’t have much time.”
“Come in.” He gestured to his office. “Glad you could make it.”
I forced myself to smile at his secretary.
Ethan looked over to her. “Hold all calls, please.”
“Of course, Mr. Neilson. Would you like coffee?”
“Not yet, thank you.”
I avoided eye contact with him as I slipped past him into his office. A fancy framed law certificate with his name embossed in gold hung on the wall by his desk. The room’s décor was simple - though the numerous stacks of papers scattered here and there made it look a little like organized chaos.
Ethan’s gaze stayed on me and I felt too fragile right now for an argument. His gorgeous good looks and that southern drawl had my body betraying me.
My sex clenched and my nipples hardened.
“It’s cold in here.” I hoped he’d believe me.
He gave me a smug little smile, no doubt sensing my arousal.
I folded my arms across my chest. “I have another appointment. Can we cut to the chase, Mr. Neilson?”
His jaw tensed. He strolled back over to the door and locked it.
“How have you been, Ms. Winters?” He turned to face me and moved leisurely around to the other side of his desk, his hands now casually tucked into his pants pockets.
“I’m glad we got this time to talk,” I said breathlessly. “I wanted to explain—”
He raised his hand to cut me off. “No need.”
“I want to leave on good terms, Ethan.”
I needed to know he’d forgiven me for any pain I’d unwittingly caused him. I couldn’t go on with this tension between us. Not after everything we’d shared.
The way his gaze swept over me caused me to feel another sharp pang of regret.
He held his hand out for me and I moved toward him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me around to his side.
This. I was not expecting this…
